The Old Red Barn

One of my favorite subjects to photograph is grand old barns and two years ago today I was fortunate enough to stumble upon this lovely red barn in Antes Fort on a drive to visit the old schoolhouse where my mother began her teaching career some 60 odd years ago.
I thought it would be fun to work in a little creative artistic flare; and so created today's Blip...

The Old Red Barn 

The old red barn sits down by the river, 
The tin roof glistens just like silver. 
For many years it has been standing tall, 
An old ad about Burma Shave is still seen on the wall. 

I remember the fields where we brought in hay, 
We had to harvest it without delay. 
The old red barn would guard the yield, 
Just like the knight got protection from his shield. 

The harvest of the corn was next on the list, 
We shucked the corn and made it ready for the grist. 
The old red barn received the corn meal right away, 
Just like a girl receiving her first bouquet. 

The old red barn is still in its place, 
There is no corn, nor hay, not even a trace. 
The people are gone that once made it thrive, 
In your minds-eye they were like bees in a hive. 

The old red barn has closed its door, 
No one comes to visit any more. 
I look back as I walk away, 
The old red barn seemed to be weeping that day.

~ Lynn B. Glover